I Choose The Villain Duke

***R-19! This chapter contains smut content. You can read below paragraphs safely and you'll see a warning sign again where the smut scene begins. 

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They didn't continue that night as Lucien suggested. He bidded her "good night" in a sweet way, kissing her cheek, and smiling sweetly, and Euphemia was left inside her room trying to make her mind fall asleep.

Tossing and turning on her bed, still feeling Lucien's carresses and kisses, she was filled with something she had never experienced before. It was like he had placed a fire inside her.

No.

Perhaps the fire was there all along but no one had ever tried to stir it awake. She didn't know she would ever long someone so much.

She wanted to hold him.

She wanted to be held by him.

Argh!

She got up. Still wearing her white nightgown, she went out of her room and stood in front of Lucien's room.

What if he's asleep already?

Maybe she should just go back.

Try to count sheep or something.

CREEEAK!

Lucien's door opened, snapping her out of her thoughts.

He was wearing a long black robe. He looked startled to see her but then he smiled, looking happy to see her.

"Did you need something, Euphee?" Lucien asked.

"Oh, um, no, not exactly. I just . . . couldn't fall asleep," Euphemia said, suddenly feeling shy all of a sudden.

Lucien smiled and chuckled. "Me too. Would you like to join me for a glass of warm milk?"

Euphemia nodded.

The corridor was dark and all the servants were nowhere in sight. It was like they had the whole place to themselves.

"May I hold your hand, Euphee?" Lucien asked.

Euphemia nodded. They held hands as they walked down the dark corridor with Lucien leading the way.

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Lucien expected the queen to give them a grand mansion but she gave him his mother's childhood home instead. He didn't know where his grandparents where or if they were still in Aderlan at all. He liked the place though. It felt like home and with Euphee by his side, he really felt he was finally home.

They arrived at the kitchen. Like the corridor, it was also very dark. Using his fire magic, Lucien lighted up a candle hanging from the wall . It gave off a nice warm light around them.

Lucien found the milk jar and Euphemia found two glasses for them to use.

Lucien warmed up the milk with his fire magic, making it just warm enough but not too hot.

"This is nice," Euphemia said.

Lucien nodded.

"Yes, it is," Lucien said, smiling at her contently. 

He sipped on the warm milk. He wondered whether his mother had given him warm milk before when she still had her free will. He couldn't remember. Perhaps it was the house making him feel nostalgic, making him try to remember the memories he had forgotten. Pieces of his past with his mother. The good days he had forgotten. Days his young mind had buried.

Lucien put his head on Euphemia's shoulder. She was warm. He closed his eyes.

Euphemia put her arm around Lucien and smiled fondly. He was acting like a kid and he looked adorable. He was cuddling up to her while sipping warm milk.

"Euphee," Lucien said softly.

"Yes?" Euphemia asked.

Lucien looked up and smiled.

"Oh, you have milk on your . . ."

Euphemia wiped her lip.

"No, not there. Here, let me . . ."

Lucien sat up straight and leaned close to Euphemia. He touched the side of her lip where the milk was. As if on instinct, his head dove down and licked the milk on the side of her lips.

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*** WARNING! R-19 scene below!!! If you're not comfortable with smut, skip this scene below! Check first if no one is peeking over your shoulder. NSFW! You've been warned.

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Euphemia was startled at first. Then Lucien's lips was on hers and she stopped thinking altogether. 

He was kissing her and it stirred the flame inside her once again. She kissed him back. The two of them kissed each other slowly as if they were savoring the moment together.

Euphemia pulled away gently.

"You were going to say something?" Euphemia asked.

"You're so precious to me. Being with you is like being home. Please. Don't leave me," Lucien said.

Euphemia felt a bit guilty. Lucien was still worried that she was going to leave him.

"I'm not going to leave you. Not if you want me to stay," Euphemia said, caressing his cheek.

"Stay with me. Always," Lucien said with a pleading look. 

Then he kissed her again more passionately this time. His tongue urged her lips to part and she did, and he entered her mouth, his tongue entwining with hers. 

He hugged her and stood up. Carrying her in his arms as they continued to kiss. He placed her back on the wall. He put himself between her legs, carrying her by her thighs.

He dove down to her neck and she made a sound that made the fire inside him even burn more.

"L-Luci . . . ," Euphemia said softly, sounding breathless.

He planted kissed on her collarbone then down to her cleavage.

"Let me down," Euphemia said.

She was getting self-conscious with her weight. She was still being carried by Lucien.

Lucien hugged her tight, kissing her on the lips again, and began to carry her to the kitchen counter.

Euphemia was smaller than Lucien so sitting on the kitchen counter, she was at the perfect height for kissing.

"Euphee, can you spread your legs?" Lucien said. 

Euphemia blushed. She felt like she had just melted with what he said and with that dark promise in his voice.

Euphemia did and Lucien positioned himself between her thighs. She could feel his hardness against her and it made her feel something she had never felt before. Like an aching. An emptiness that wanted to be filled. 

Her nightgown had rode up on her knees already. Lucien planted his hands on her thighs as he kissed her lips. 

With one hand, he lowered the strap of her nightgown from her shoulder. He kissed her shoulder, grazing his teeth a bit on her skin.

He lowered the other strap of her nightgown too and paused for a few seconds to look at her under the warm light of his fire.

"You're beautiful," Lucien said with awe in his voice.

Euphemia blushed.

"Come back here," Euphemia said, wanting to cover up her body with his.

His hand went to the lower part of her back, pulling him closer to her and his other hand groped her breast, massaging it. He teased the nipple with his fingers then he dove down and licked it.

"Ah..." Euphemia moaned.

He sucked on her breast.

His other hand went to her other breast and began to massage it.

"L-Luci, nothing's going to come out. A-ah! You're sucking too much. Ah! There's no milk there. Ah! That feels good. Luci . . .," Euphemia said, her mind whirling already in pleasure.

Euphemia pushed him away gently.

"No fair. I'm the only one with my top off. You should strip off too," Euphemia said.

Lucien titled his head in amusement.

"I'm only wearing a robe though. Are you sure?" Lucien asked, his emerald green eyes seemed to glint in the dark.

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"Oh, um I . . ."

Lucien began to loosen the belt of his robe. Euphemia's eyes widened.

He let the robe fall off his shoulders. Euphemia could see his muscular biceps, his firm chest, then a thin line of hair running down from his navel to his . . .

Oh.

My.

It's going to be fall.

Omigo-

He tightened the belt of his robe again, tying it securely. Only the top part of himself was exposed.

Euphemia tentatively touched his bare chest. Lucien closed his eyes. She ran her fingers over his nipple. His breath hitched. She rubbed it gently. Lucien gritted his teeth. She rubbed the other one too.

"Enough," Lucien said.

He held her wrists and kissed her, inserting his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her, devouring her.

She moaned and looped her arms around his neck, resting them on his shoulders.

He pressed himself on her. She gasped. She could feel his hardness against her, rubbing against her. Only a few pieces of cloth were separating them yet she could feel him.

He was hard for her. 

He pressed himself on her again.

Very much so. 

"Ah!"

This time, harder.

She could feel moisture pooling up in her.

Her nightgown had now ridden up to her thighs. He placed his hands on her waist.

"Euphee, I burn for you," Lucien said.

The flame from the candle seemed to jump up, making the light bigger, illuminating them more.

He thrusted his hard member against her.

She gasped. She felt his member despite being separated by her panties and his robe.

He thrusted again.

"Ah!"

She flung her head back in pleasure.

He began to thrust more rhythmically, thrusting his hard member against her panties.

"L-Luci . . . Ah! Ah . . . Ah . . . T-too fast . . . Ah! Mmm . . . Mmm . . . Ah!!" 

She moaned. She screamed his name. It was so embarrassing but she couldn't stop moaning and calling out his name. It felt so good. 

His mouth went to her shoulder, his arms clung around her back, as his hips moved against her again and again.

She could feel his hard member thrusting into that softness between her thighs. She lost herself in the pleasure. The friction. His hardness against her wetness. She wanted to feel more. It was like she knew she would feel full if he was closer to her. She needed to be closer. She began to move her hips too. Thrusting back against him. With his every thrust, she moved too, meeting him in between and it was more intense than before. 

Lucien bit her shoulder, muffling his moans of pleasure. Euphemia moaned louder and louder as their thrusting became faster and faster. As they lost themselves in the pleasure of it all. 

Lucien covered her mouth with his, muffling both of their moans. At the same time, they both reached the pinnacle. Euphemia shivered, her back arching, her feet stiffening. Lucien closed his eyes and shivered. They were climaxing.

Reaching the peak of pleasure at the same time.

Their breathing slowed. Their body began to relax. They hugged each other. Resting their heads on the other's shoulder. Listening to each other's breathing and just enjoying the after-effect of being together.